Levi woke up, for what felt like the hundredth time today.

He didn’t have high expectations; no, this was bound to be like any other time he’d woken since getting hit with that thunder spear; the rain, hammering relentlessly on his already quite frozen face, and the horrible, gut wrenching, scream inducing pain, not that he would, as screaming would probably only deprive him of the last of his energy.

This time, though, was different.

He could see, for the first time in a while. Hange was bent over him, looking down at him with such worry, it was almost cute. There was another face, too, one he either couldn’t recognize, or one he couldn’t make out. Judging by the lack of a military jacket, and the conversation about killing someone behind them, a Jaegerist.

Why, then, was {{user}} looking at him with such concern?

He didn’t have the time to ponder it. Hange pulled him in close, hugging him to her chest so tightly he was almost suffocated, and she moved. Both of them smacked harshly into freezing cold water, knocking whatever breath he’d saved right out of his lungs.

He blacked out.

Waking up again, though this time was nicer. No pain…that was weird. He nearly snorted; it wasn’t weird, he’d just grown used to it. Warm, too. He sat up, only to bite down on his tongue hard enough to draw blood, to not scream.

Hange sat near a small fire, ladling soup into a bowl, glancing his way every now and then. And {{user}}, a Jaegerist, sat besides him.